The Reluctant Mentor meets the Queen

She is combination Beyonce

And the Queen of Sheba

Walking up to my front door

Hips moving like poetic recitation

Dropping my jaw to the floor

And I began lifting off the ground;

Wide eyed for the goddess

I thought I'd suddenly found

Yet she carries such a cutting smile

And ask strange questions;

With a sobering look in her eyes

Was I the one they call the icon?

The charismatic lyricist

The word painter

The weaver of songs?

For she is looking for a mentor

And not any ordinary man,

To learn from

Then I inhale her sweet perfume

And look her up and down

From her toes painted red

To the middle of her crown

And begin to feel

Suddenly uneasy

Wondering if I have anything

to really offer;

Other than adoration

To this mysterious lady